|Is that another wrinkle? Who cares!|
How long before it's creepy that I am first in line to a Pixar film yet have no child of my own? So far I've managed to get by all these years of my twenties with my child like demeanor coming off as cute. For how much longer? When will someone turn to me and tell me to grow the hell up. I've been finding myself getting worse rather than better. I crave more and more of the things that make me happy and they are ultimately juvenile. Is this wrong? Should I change? I've noticed some gray hairs (someone once, years ago told me Gingers don't go gray and I believed them, so this was a bit of a shock to me), should I take these as a sign, a sign to finally grow up and stop regressing. Even with music, I've been listening more and more to the albums that made me happy when I was but a teeny booper, I scream along to Jimmy Eat Worlds 'Bleed American' and reminisce of teenage puppy love and smelling freshly cut grass on a summers evening listening to this album when I should have studying for my Leaving Certificate exams.
Is it time to give away my Xbox 360 and Wii consoles (ha, over Husbands dead body)? To finally stop watching cartoons (but the Legend of Korra is amazing)?
Not yet, I can't do it. Not just yet.